second flame [he's not having difficulties, really]
[Zuko is sporting a slightly less emo hairstyle! Well... it's still emo, but at least you can see his eyes now. He's found himself a nice open spot behind the theater where hopefully no one will see him, or care. Instead of his robes, he's wearing a more casual tunic, though it's still made of nice material.
He glides through a few martial arts exercises, some punches and kicks, focusing. And then he lashes out with punches backed by fireballs, each dissolving into nothingness a few feet away from him. Everything about him says he's mastered this but he's still going, still practicing, almost to the point of exhaustion.]
Aaauuugh! Why can't I keep up with her?!
[He punches the ground. The resulting rush of fire actually propels Zuko backwards a few feet and he lands on his back. Hard.]
Stupid stupid stupid!
He glides through a few martial arts exercises, some punches and kicks, focusing. And then he lashes out with punches backed by fireballs, each dissolving into nothingness a few feet away from him. Everything about him says he's mastered this but he's still going, still practicing, almost to the point of exhaustion.]
Aaauuugh! Why can't I keep up with her?!
[He punches the ground. The resulting rush of fire actually propels Zuko backwards a few feet and he lands on his back. Hard.]
Stupid stupid stupid!